Dear Liza,
This year’s Christmas has been, to put it gently, weird. We put up the tree and made the house pretty. Parties were lined up and concert tickets bought. Then I got sick with Covid, then Auntie Bridgett. Grandpa Nelson is still fighting the virus.

But it was still Christmas! Bridgett made the house beautiful with boxes and boxes of ornaments, bows and random wintry pretties.
And now it’s time to put them all away. I know, we usually leave things up until the New Year, but our tree is crispy-dry and may be aggravating Bridgett’s allergies. Mouse the cat is getting even nuttier than usual about the ornaments.

So to keep things simple, we’re de-Christmas-ing. Most of the pretties get wrapped up in old tissue and placed gently in boxes, which get Tetris-ed into bins which live in the garage. Some are being offered on our local “Buy Nothing” group in Facebook to make room for the new ones, sent by Bridgett’s mom or bought from local artists.

And the tree.
To get it out of the house without tracking needles over three floors, I got out the pruning shears and pared it down to the nubbins. The branches were taken down in bins and the stump will get lowered off the balcony, sawn in half, and composted. Mouse was not pleased.
I am looking forward to the New Year, but not particularly sorry to see this Christmas season pass. It’s been a bit of a stinker.
Love,
Grandma Judy








